Three years ago the five of us had saved the Earth from complete destruction.

A year after that we'd done it again.

A third anniversary could've proven to be just as exciting, dangerous
and resulting in the exact same events. Big, rich organization thinks they
can take over the world and colonies. People want peace and freedom. Gundams
come in and whoop ass. The end.

My opinion, as a former pilot of Gundam, is the least they could do is
be original.

Though, that third year wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be.

By AC 198, nearly all of us had joined the Preventers. Pathetic, isn't
it, that, though we have more than enough to retire at the ripe old age
of 18, all of us continue working? Trowa seems to be the only one who's
smart enough to stay at home. He's more famous than we are, being an inter-space
renowned acrobat. I've seen his performances several times, myself. The
guy is amazing, launching nearly fifty feet in the air, then flipping and
twisting so many times you almost lose sight of what he's doing. It's no
wonder Trowa was a Gundam pilot; people hardly ever ask him anymore.

Heero and I joined Preventers shortly after Wufei. It's odd, but our
confused Asian friend seemed to know his purpose before the rest of us.
He welcomed us to the Preventers' small network of people and thanks to
him, I felt at home the moment I stepped through the door. Somehow Chang
knew, when we didn't, that we couldn't help but fight, this one a battle
for peace. He works with Quatre mostly. Those two are an almost unbeatable
combination, with Quat's careful strategy and Wufei's quick thinking during
a mission. Because of them, there are few casualties caused by a Preventers
investigation, on both sides.

Heero and I were made partners almost immediatly after Quatre signed
up; I suppose because we know each other pretty well, share an apartment
and spend obscene amounts of time in each other's company anyway. I tend
to bicker with him more than the others, but, then again, I'm the only one
who has ever been able to get him to respond to anything besides a direct
order. We may not be the genius team that Blondie and the AC Jackie Chan
are, but we have cracked our fair share of hard cases and then some. Our
latest one had been someone importing alloys into a city on earth for purposes
we'd been unsure of until Heero and I tracked them to their headquarters.

*****

(Narrator:)

Heero Yuy tucked and rolled, coming to a controlled stop at the end of
one shadowy airduct. His gun was drawn, finger taunt on the trigger in case
they met the enemy soon. A sixth sense alerted him to his partner's presence
just behind, slinking in and out of the darkness like...well like Death.
Silence descended upon the passage way cloud, muffling all sound inside
and out. The only break in the entire atmosphere was an occasional curse
from behind him, Death' finding a multitude of things to complain
about along the way.

"Keep it down," the Japanese agent grumbled in response, wincing
when a loud thump echoed from behind him, " Or would you prefer we
go back outside and a hang up a the Preventers are Here' sign on the
front door?"

"Screw you, Heero. If it meant getting out of this duct, I'd hang
the frigging sign, do a little dance and play our welcome theme in a one-man-band."

"If I'm good, might that be done in the nude?"Wing's former
pilot replied absently, sliding the control panel off one wall and shifting
so he could reprogram it. Incidently, this gave Duo a very good view of
one spandex clad, super tight Yuy-ass . It took all of his Preventers'
training, not mention more self control than should have been humanly possible,
for the braided teen to not jump him then and there.

"Pervert," he grumbled to himself instead, tactfully ignoring
his own baritone's very audible squeak. He scowled at Heero's not-so-invisible
smirk.

"Thanks to you, O Master of the Whip [1]."

"You're 'bout to get backhanded, Yuy. Just open the damn door and
get us out of here so we can figure out what the hell these bad guys want,
kick their asses, go home and screw happily ever after."

The hatch swung open with an audible clang. Expectantly, the dark haired
boy turned to face Duo again, undisguised lust in Prussian blue eyes. He
slid a hand down the exposed skin of his chest, sending a shudder through
both of them, glances lingering on what clinging fabric could never hide.

"What do you say?" Heero growled, "First to capture the
leader gets top tonight?"

Duo groaned aloud. The last time they'd made a bet he'd been the
one cleaning up whip-cream and chocolate sauce from the kitchen table. Not
that it hadn't been fun on both parts but, Christ, those stains were hard
to get out! [2]

"That's great...Quatre already lent me his favorite pair of handcuffs
and a bottle of caramel sauce..."

*Caramel sauce? On my carpet? Hell NO!*

*****

They landed in a small office-type room, neatly lined with filing cabinets
and overall very plain. A polished wooden desk was shoved against one wall,
papers stacked on one side, the other holding a computer. Heero slid into
the overstuffed chair and immediatly booted it up, eyes intent on the screen
before him. Deathscythe's former pilot moved past him, cracking open the
door in one corner and peering out into the factory's main facilities. His
jaw dropped, involuntarily and one hand reached back to yank his partner
over by a handful of shaggy brown hair.

"Crap! Duo! What?" One slender hand cupped his chin, forcing
Heero to take a good look at the large chamber outside.

Several large vats dominated most of the space, above them positioned
large mixers, which, at the moment, spun rapidly within their contents.
Nothing could be seen of what they actually held but the scene was all too
familiar to Duo, who was a regular customer at a bakery down the street
from their office.

"So...?" Heero shrugged. It could be anything as far as he
was concerned.

"We. Just. Infiltrated. A. Baking. Factory,"he sweatdropped
briefly.

"It's probably just a cover-up."

Duo strode over to the loading computer. "Duncan's Frosting and
Baking Goods Inc," he read aloud slamming braided head against the
monitor.

"But...."

The chestnut haired agent shook his dazed partner wearily, "Heero
it's a baking factory. We were about to accuse a baking factory
of disturbing world peace! God, while we're at it, let's name Little Debbie
() the next Mariemiea!"

Heero moaned audibly. "Shit! If it's just a baking factory...we
have to disarm the bombs the team set earlier!" with that he had run
out of the office, leaving a gaping Shinigami behind him. Duo eyed the slammed
door once before sinking into the pleather arm-chair. He might as well do
a routine check of their procedures while he was here. And disarming potentially
lethal weapons of destruction was Heero's arena not his.

Minutes later a rather loud <<boom>> echoed through the entire
complex and the one window peering out into the larger room was splattered
a light shade of pastel-blue. Duo raced over to the door, now very glad
he'd closed it after 01's mad dash into the factory's main room. The scene
the young man was met with when he nearly pulled it off it's hinges was
horrific in a Care Bears () meets My Little Pony () type way,
considering that everything was splattered in rainbows of pale yellow, pink,
blue, green and violet.

Apparently the mixers of vats containing spun sugar [3] had been the
only to detonate, everything else successfully deactivated and functioning
normally, albeit colorfully. The hero of the day' stood at the very
center of the mess, covered from head to toe in the sweet decoration, scowling
through his bangs which were no longer brown but violet streaked blue.

Duo's jaw dropped at that sight, wide eyes taking in every contour of
his lover's form. Somehow the sugar seemed to make it a lot more interesting...

*Lord and heaven...* he breathed, not sure whether it was aloud
or to himself, *Somebody get me a spatula!*

"Heero?" the braided boy called, "You okay?"

Soft sugar clung to every muscle, every pore of the former-pilot's being.
He'd scraped most of it away from his face but otherwise, there was no question.
Yuy was coated.

He took a few hesitating step towards his partner, smirking at the way
Duo's tongue nearly hung out of his mouth, violet eyes bugging out to twice
their normal size. He stretched slightly, only to find his tanktop had already
begun to crystallize, cheap polyester weighed down by the massive amount
of sweetness. He slipped it up over his head, glad to find it was warm in
the factory that night, though he still had a layer of foaming sugar to
keep him warm. Duo's expression was decidedly predatory by the time he reached
him; he practically devoured Heero from the force of his stare.

"Let's see if we...can clean you up, Heero," Duo hissed, eyeing
formerly-black spandex shorts dangerously. He led the other boy to a second
door, next to the offices entrance. It was labeled Janitor' in block
letters, almost unintelligible through the goo. Inside, he ran water over
one sponge, taking the task of scrubbing off the sugar onto himself. However,
when something warm and wet ran across Heero's bare shoulder, it was most
definitely not the sponge...

He suppressed a groan, the sensation immediatly soaring downwards, along
with a great deal of heat.

"Duo..."

Shinigami whispered something against caramel colored flesh, continuing
to rid it of the hardening [4] sugar. Both hands slid around his waist to
drag spandex shorts off and to the floor, where the owner obligingly kicked
them across tiled flooring. Now all that remained was the sugar and that
was rapidly disappearing by the moment, Duo's very talented mouth
slowly trailing downwards. Meanwhile his hands wrapped themselves around
him, hands that knew him fairly well. Heero fought back a moan, sagging
against his fully clothed partner, now set on enjoying every last trace
of frosty decoration.

It was not long before Heero lost control, sliding bonelessly to the
floor alongside Duo. He smiled slightly at his partner who crawled over
to him, the sound of a zipper not lost on him. He could feel Duo's familiar
presence against himself, hinting at things to come. The braided boy was
searching for something appropriate to use when the door behind them, the
one of the main entrance, swung open, revealing Quatre, Wufei and an extremely
amused Lady Une. She laughed loudly at the picture: one pastel-splattered
factory, two of their best Preventers agents nude and fairly involved with
each other in a sea of spun sugar.

Duo glanced up from where he crouched, blushing a heated red that melted
the streaks of the sweet on his face. Heero glared pointedly at the trio,
got up (heedless of his lack of clothing), pushed them back out the entrance,
locked the door and turned back to his lover.

"Now," he growled, "Where were we?"

~Ciao~

[1] Don't ask...just don't...kinky Hee-chan...
[2] Chocolate stains are hard to get out! Try cleaning up after five
kids who wanna make sundays!
[3] Like spun sugar flowers on cakes! Ummm...I have no idea how they're
made but...oh well...
[4] Pun very much intended...